? Remember that dream during class, I dreamed that I was standing in the clouds, surrounded by mist...
? The clouds I yearned for were not clouds, but yearning, but what I yearned for was the deep unknown in the clouds. at. In that boundless dream, a school stood majestically, like a jade palace guided by an immortal, like a temple where enlightenment and Buddhahood were achieved. It was impossible to see clearly, and it was impossible to walk past it. It was somewhere in the depths of the clouds. Only the large characters on the plaque quietly revealed the beautiful brushstrokes - Middle School Affiliated to Northwestern Polytechnical University. It took a long, long time before I could play the strings in my heart.
? The dream wakes up, not the dream is broken.
? During that time, I had been preparing for the self-recruitment exam. I was overly nervous and dreamed of prestigious schools. But when and where is the end of this unknown dream? After working hard day and night, under the guidance of teachers, and under the expectations of my parents, I finally missed it. But I am not willing to accept it, why am I less talented than others, why am I worse at learning than others, why will they have a better life in the future, but I am still struggling to live a frugal life? Why? And why! From time to time, I hear the rain outside the window, dripping, and I hear cicadas chirping on the branches. I know it, and I hear the strings in my heart trembling slightly, and I insist on perseverance. There are all kinds of exams again, and you spend all your weekly rest time in exams. The loss and shock are even worse than the loss of love with your sweet lover. But he built a bridge for me, a small bridge. On the opposite side are the flowing water and the people's houses. There are bright willows and bright flowers, there are twists and turns, and there is an unknown place in the clouds. Now I just need to keep walking across the bridge until the flowers on the other side bloom.
? Being able to write this article means that I succeeded. At that time, the joy in my heart was beyond words. Just as my classmates said, I was so happy that my mouth was raised to the top of my head. But my high school entrance examination results were not satisfactory, ranking only 28th in the district. Facts have proved that it is just a touchstone. No matter when and where, you need to yearn for the dream that is unknown in the clouds, and you need to walk slowly on the bridge.
? "The flowers in the forest have faded their spring reds, it's too hasty." When I look back, the past is as vivid as smoke; when I look up, the return date is like a dream and I can't bear to leave. Not long after the summer vacation, I went to the High School Affiliated to NPU. Hearing people’s words makes seniors high-spirited; listening to lectures broadens their horizons. My classmates are not ordinary people, and I feel ashamed of myself.
Under this overwhelming pressure, I feel more homesick and miss my junior high school life. I remember dreaming that night, dreaming that I was standing in the clouds, and somewhere deep in the clouds was a school. The reddish-brown masonry walls and the high-hanging inscription "Qinyun Education City" by Jia Pingwa reflect the youth of many students, the sweat of gardeners and teachers, and the sunset glow on the mountainside at dusk. It is the light of the dusk morning light in the early morning. How exciting it is, how unforgettable it is, like the golden willows by the river, like the sweet dreams in the clouds.
? This is my alma mater, the place that nourishes me. What I dreamed about was a familiar territory. I dreamed of a classmate who I got along with day and night. You were making trouble in front of me and he was laughing in the back. The laughter and laughter between the classmates lingered in my mind. I dreamed of an endless garden. The cucumbers behind the garden were ripe and the tomatoes were attractively fresh. I dreamed of the deafening sound of the ball on the basketball court, a group of boys chanting passionately, and their graceful figures becoming a landmark here. I dreamed that I was lying on the lawn, looking at the blue sky with the white clouds floating in the sky, the time was long, the flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, and there were endless regrets. I dreamed of the brand-new tables and chairs in the classroom, leaning on the backs of the chairs to enjoy the coolness. Under the table cushions were various graffiti, either Tanjiro from "Demon Slayer" or Naruto from "Naruto". People, as well as those showing calligraphy, can express their entire youth with one stroke of a pen. Dreaming about the rustling discussions in math class, dreaming about the recitation of "Looking forward to looking forward, the east wind is coming..." in Chinese class, dreaming about the applause for the humorous experiment of "Leopard Head" in chemistry class, dreaming about I saw the jingle engraved in my heart by "Mr. Ping" in geography class.
? I can’t wake up from this dream. I want to live in my youth forever. Qin Yun Junior High School, the place where the dream begins, is hidden in the depths of the clouds.
? Teacher Lan, the head teacher, stands on a six-foot podium for decades. The sentence "You are the worst class I have ever taught" is a thing of the past. When he is severe, he is like thunder and lightning, and he has superb irony skills. When he is gentle, he is like gentle wind and rain. His mother's care smoothes the years. He is also the inspiring teacher in my life, helping me cultivate cultural literacy, encouraging me when I feel frustrated, and beating me down when I am proud. He is the "noble person" to whom I am most grateful.
Teacher Kong, the head of the grade group, is strict and orderly, and his English teaching is full of fun. He manages the entire grade in an orderly manner, which is scary. Chemistry teacher Li, with his humorous dialect, upright and selfless personality, and vigorous and resolute style, is all impressive and has become the most popular teacher among the students. ...I can’t remember how much happiness and how much wind and rain they had, they traveled all the way, and their years remained the same.
? In their graduation photos, their smiles were shining brightly in the rain. The gravel and sand, the tiles and bricks, the red walls and green trees should still be there, but the beauty has changed; in the fog in the dream, deep in the clouds, studying hard and becoming famous, only the fragrance of cinnamon comes.
? I stood in the clouds, surrounded by clouds and mist, looking into the distance into the clouds. It was the most beautiful place in the dream...
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